Me (my specs are on my site)	A little boy - no name given, resembles me, about two to three years old, frequent “smiler”, class of 2018
Carianne Noga- medium height (between 5'5 and 5'10?) and build, reddish hair, sporadic freckles, class of 2002	My mom- dark skin, over forty, about 5'3 in height, medium build, class of 1385 (just kidding)
Tyler Crawford- tall (around 6 ft. in my opinion), built, full head of hair almost bordering on gray, class of 2002	Tess Pendergrast- haven't seen her in more than two years, will suppose medium height (5'4-5'8) and build. Brown hair (I think), class of 2004
Meghan DeGroot- medium height (5'3-5'8?), petite, brown (?) hair, known by some 2004s for good looks, class of 2002
Deji Aiyejorun- friend of mine, tall (about 5'10?), skin as dark as chocolate, very articulate, black hair, moderately lanky, class of 2004

Time/Setting/Atmosphere: 3 PM (est.), last day of school / begins nearly a mile from the school, in some neighborhood, transitions to the school itself / Cloudy, then raining when the dream ends.

This dream, as I mentioned earlier, begins in an oddly serene subdivision. Looking out from my dream eyes, I see, directly in front of me, a street with wet asphalt. To my left is a row of homes surrounded by lush, well-maintained, green lawns and sidewalks. To my right, I see more of the same, except the addition of my mom and this little boy (who very much resembles a younger version of myself) playing and enjoying themselves in the grass (which makes me question whether or not the grass is dry, as it really should be soaked). As is customary with my temper, I stomach enough of what I can stand and then some, until I realize my limits and stomp off, heading to my right, not caring where I was headed.

All of a sudden, a flag-stand (the small area at a racetrack where someone waves a flag, depending on the situation) appears across the street, suspended in midair. My mom and the boy appear ahead of me, but they disappear into thin air as soon as I register their presence. A sound clip from my computer plays, about getting ready to watch a race on Fox. I hear the rumble of forty-three racecars in the distance, approaching me. As much as I wanted to sit and watch the cars, however, something was drawing me away, towards a three-way stop at the end of the street.

The dream skips, much like a CD player without the anti-shock, and I find myself riding on something at high speed (motorcycle?), and the school is approaching in the distance. Meanwhile, I'm watching the first lap of the 2002 Pepsi 400 (Daytona), superimposed over the view from my dream eyes.

I enter the school from a side exit between rooms 217 and 215 (top floor, top left). Apparently, it's the last day of school, and I've missed today's exams (Why exactly, I cannot say). I enter the cafeteria (which is not where it should be; insert the cafeteria where the “Open to senior courtyard” spot is), looking for a booth offering make-up information. Meanwhile, Deji passes in front of me, heatedly arguing with someone. The dream skips, again, and my senses have gone insane and are rapidly deteriorating. All around me, everyone seems to have the same problem I'm having (“terrorist” attack, maybe?). I escape the cafeteria, looking to run out the same way I came, but the route is entirely blocked off. I turn and sprint in the other direction. I pass a tall girl being consoled by her boyfriend (Don't know what was going on there, either).

The dream skips again, and I find myself on the bottom floor, at the stage, located between the cafeteria and the gym, and in particular, at the intersection. I slow to a stroll, and my purpose changes. My senses are still crazy, but I've decided to go to the bus and say a small goodbye to my friends. Leaning along the wall is Carianne Noga (I believe her presence points to a previous dream I'd edited involving her) and one of her friends. Both of them appear very gloomy. I have no time to stop and ask what's going on, and I dart down the corridor running parallel to the gym.

Note: If one pauses to examine the map, there is a classroom where the corridor ends, and a lobby/exit to the right. Move the lobby/exit to the end of the corridor, subtract two exits (leaving one), and you will see what I have to contend with.

As I jog, I see two people wrestling each other to the ground like madmen. I momentarily slow to give myself a look at the action (or lack of, really; these two didn't behave as though they were used to the physical nature of fighting), and that also gives me a glimpse of Meghan DeGroot and Tyler Crawford. Meghan, also looking gloomy, is walking in the opposite direction I'm heading. Tyler accompanies her, wearing a neutral expression on his face.

I squeeze by, and head for the exit. It is more crowded than the first escape opportunity I had, but now I have no choice. Time is running out, and I still have a considerable distance to go to make the bus. I struggle through, using more offensive force than I'm used to, and all of a sudden Deji reappears, looking angrier than a man with fire between his “buttcheeks”. He knocks at least six people aside, looking for the exit. Although unintentional, he clears the way for my escape. The door opens, and I squeeze out. I say “squeeze” and not “walk” or “run” because someone had moseyed up beside me. She looked a lot like Tess, and I offered her the exit first. I look up, and the sky opens quickly to reveal nature's inner fury. Smoke is in the air, but I can't say where it came from. I look into the distance for the buses. I don't know exactly what happened next, except that something prodded my side (in the real world), and I woke up.

Conclusion: As I sit to type this, “Last-Day” reminds me of another recurring dream I had two years ago, set in a very similar environment. Investigation is the next thing for me. Thanks for reading.